Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.